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Read this text. It is from an article called "LEGO Lost At Sea." Then, answer the question.
In 1997, a cargo ship set off. It sailed along the coast of England. Containers were stacked on it. A huge wave rocked the ship. More than 60 containers tumbled into the ocean. One of them held nearly five million LEGO bricks!
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SEE:
I watch a huge gray ship riding the swell, towering against the cloudy sky. Suddenly the deck tilts, and for a beat everything seems to hang—then a crash: metal containers topple off like giant toy blocks. One box rips open as it hits the water and a torrent of tiny, brightly colored LEGO bricks explodes out. They pour down in a shimmering waterfall of red, blue, yellow, and green, catching flashes of sunlight as they scatter across the dark sea. The water around the ship turns into a floating mosaic, a patchwork of plastic pieces bobbing, spinning, and piling into slicks and small rafts. Straps and twisted sheets of metal flash and tumble; splashes send white foam and spray high into the air. Seabirds wheel and swoop down, picking their way through the floating colors. In the distance I can see other containers leaning, oil slicks gleaming, and tiny rescue boats starting to move toward the debris.
FEEL:
My stomach drops as the ship lists and the wave hits—sudden weightlessness followed by a jolt. Cold salt spray hits my face and soaks my clothes; ocean wind whips at my hair and cuts through me. Adrenaline floods my body: my heart pounds, my palms go sticky, and my muscles tense as I cling to a rail or steady myself on the shore. There’s a tightness in my chest from shock and worry for anyone on board. I feel the rough metal of the railing under my hands and the vibration through my feet as the ship groans and shudders. Underneath the spectacle there’s a strange, almost sick fascination—part horror at the loss and danger, part awe at the ridiculous, colorful sight of millions of tiny plastic pieces swarming the sea.
HEAR:
The first sound is the thunderous crack of waves slamming the hull, then the sickening, metallic shriek and thud of containers breaking free and hitting steel or water. Containers collide with a series of heavy, echoing bangs; something snaps—ropes, latches—followed by sparks and the rattle of loose cargo. A chorus of shouts and urgent orders rises from the crew, cut through by blaring horns and alarms. Water hisses and roars as it churns and fizzes; splashes and the slap of waves against metal are constant. Over it all, there’s a surprising faint papery patter as tiny LEGO bricks strike the water and each other—a softer, countless clattering like rain of plastic—along with the whistle of wind and the distant hum of engines.
I watch a huge gray ship riding the swell, towering against the cloudy sky. Suddenly the deck tilts, and for a beat everything seems to hang—then a crash: metal containers topple off like giant toy blocks. One box rips open as it hits the water and a torrent of tiny, brightly colored LEGO bricks explodes out. They pour down in a shimmering waterfall of red, blue, yellow, and green, catching flashes of sunlight as they scatter across the dark sea. The water around the ship turns into a floating mosaic, a patchwork of plastic pieces bobbing, spinning, and piling into slicks and small rafts. Straps and twisted sheets of metal flash and tumble; splashes send white foam and spray high into the air. Seabirds wheel and swoop down, picking their way through the floating colors. In the distance I can see other containers leaning, oil slicks gleaming, and tiny rescue boats starting to move toward the debris.
FEEL:
My stomach drops as the ship lists and the wave hits—sudden weightlessness followed by a jolt. Cold salt spray hits my face and soaks my clothes; ocean wind whips at my hair and cuts through me. Adrenaline floods my body: my heart pounds, my palms go sticky, and my muscles tense as I cling to a rail or steady myself on the shore. There’s a tightness in my chest from shock and worry for anyone on board. I feel the rough metal of the railing under my hands and the vibration through my feet as the ship groans and shudders. Underneath the spectacle there’s a strange, almost sick fascination—part horror at the loss and danger, part awe at the ridiculous, colorful sight of millions of tiny plastic pieces swarming the sea.
HEAR:
The first sound is the thunderous crack of waves slamming the hull, then the sickening, metallic shriek and thud of containers breaking free and hitting steel or water. Containers collide with a series of heavy, echoing bangs; something snaps—ropes, latches—followed by sparks and the rattle of loose cargo. A chorus of shouts and urgent orders rises from the crew, cut through by blaring horns and alarms. Water hisses and roars as it churns and fizzes; splashes and the slap of waves against metal are constant. Over it all, there’s a surprising faint papery patter as tiny LEGO bricks strike the water and each other—a softer, countless clattering like rain of plastic—along with the whistle of wind and the distant hum of engines.
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